My current project was languishing a little under the strain of other responsibilities. I struggled with the concept, drafted an outline, and made profiles for my main characters. But I didn't have much of the actual writing done. I started writing before I went so that I had something to share in class if the unspeakable (i.e. writer's block) occurred. My worries were unfounded.
These were my living quarters during the week:
This was my view each morning:
It was inspiring to be in the wilderness, somewhat turned off from my daily grind. I still had internet (because everyone knows I wouldn't survive without it) but I limited my use of it. We were far enough off the beaten path that my phone wouldn't get data service - which means no apps. This was a blessing in disguise because it freed me to clear my mind and truly think about my project.
I ate my meals in the fresh mountain air surrounded by fellow writers. We discussed our projects, brainstormed ideas, and enjoyed each others' company.
Each afternoon I hiked a ten minute nature trail to the Old Fort (circa civil war era) to share chapters with my class and receive feedback.
I wrote 8,000 words during my stay and broke through significant logic barriers in my story with the help of my instructors and the other writers in my class.
I also enjoyed a fantastic lunch in Santa Fe of blue corn enchiladas (served on open tortillas and smothered. I drank a traditional Mexican horchata drink (combines rice milk, sugar, and cinnamon all served iced). Delicious!
Thank you to all my friends that taught at or attended the SMU-Taos Creative Writing trip. It was fantastic.